Let It Be…

And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.” Luke 1:30-33

So much happens in these four verses:

An angel

He speaks to Mary

She has found favor with God

She will conceive a son

The angel gives her the name to call this boy

He tells her about her coming son, words that any mother would be proud to hear about her coming son, but would wonder if all of these things could be true

As I wait in the spreading Advent, I ponder the magnificence of this proclamation. Would I be able to understand and accept these words had they been spoken to me? Could I grasp the future that these words speak? An angel naming my baby? Me, a young and vulnerable woman, having a baby of God’s, not of man? How could this be? To me, if I were Mary? I don’t know. I just don’t know.

Yet, I understand something. God can do and be anything and is everything. The angel says in verse 37: “…For nothing will be impossible with God.”

Even more beautiful and amazing is this young woman who is to be the Christ’s mother, innocent and gentle in her spirit, questions the angel, and then graciously accepts those deep and powerful words by responding thusly:

And Mary said, “Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.” And the angel departed from her.Luke 1:38

Could I? Would I? Oh, God, grant me a heart that so beautifully wraps around Your Truth; accepts the words of Your messengers; opens myself to Your will. Would I? Could I? I pray so, my LORD. I pray so. I pray with my heart’s ears and eyes open to You, to You alone. In Your Son’s Holy Name, the Son of the Most High. Amen

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I am a quiet woman growing each day in the LORD.
Christ is my home. He is the well from which I drink. I became His 25 years ago. I am 71 so that is actually a small percentage of my life through which I could have walked closely with Him. No matter, He never stopped waiting for me.
I am now a widow from a Christ-centered marriage of 25 years to Kenneth. I praise God for him. I miss him so. We had no children.
I feel God’s call to be His light in this dark world. I am grateful for the love God gives to me so I may give it away.
I live in Lufkin, Texas, USA (in Deep East Texas/Pineywoods). I have taught Women’s Sunday School/Bible Study, co-administrated/taught a teen girls’ annual conference. I participate in women’s Bible studies in church as well as on my own. I am a retired elementary school teacher, having taught in California, Washington, D.C., and have taught older children and adults in Oregon and Texas. I also retired from being a children’s librarian in the public library system, a job I thoroughly loved. I tutored primary-aged children who are falling behind in those early years of school until we moved in May 2017.
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he will quiet you by his love;
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